Post by Ciru-Ajiru on Jan 26, 2018 5:33:44 GMT -5

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[attr="class","niknik4"]ciru-ajiru, blue mage

[attr="class","niknik2"]Ciru-Ajiru pulled on his vest as he walked through the mines. He was presently at the Gusgen Mines, slowly following the track towards the outside. Looking back, he heard fighting and knew some of the people he came in with had rushed further inside. He had lost some interest and was just checking his own way through the Mines. His skills might have an outlook towards support, but he could very well act in more ways than one. "Like I’d be an idiotaru and run ahead without a plan," he scoffed as he wandered over the rails as he came at a position where there was a split.

The split of the rails simply led either in the direction he came from or the side-cavern. This revealed quickly which way went back outside of the mines as he had already gotten deeper inside this place. There was a Gallinipper flying there while he could hear the rattling sounds of the Ghasts from the side-cavern. Gritting his teeth, Ciru held tight onto his scimitar and moved on his short legs forward before slashing twice at the Gullinipper. After the two slices, he moved his free hand forward and used Sickle Slash where he launched a yellow bolt at the large dragonfly creature.

The creature was launched back and fell dead to the ground as Ciru stood still in his stance, watching the creature warily. Scanning the area, he noted some black fog hanging in the air while the rattling sounds were also getting closer. The tarutaru wasn’t really interested in the Ghasts, they were but a few skeletons that could throw around magic or swing around swords. The fact some kind of weird black spot was hanging in the air bothered him more as it seemed to be getting wider. "Whataru is this? The Emptiness?" he asked, clearly frustrated before an armored figure stepped out of the black area, making it seem like the black thing was a portal. The armored figure had a large shield with the face of a hound, this had the tarutaru surprised.

The strange creature, a Defender Heartless, was something Ciru-Ajiru had never seen before. He didn’t recognize it nor knew what he was facing. He looked surprised and confused, but his face soon turned from shock to annoyed. This situation was definitely not something he was liking and the black fog the creature had come from was expanding further. Two more of the same armored creatures came before he noticed from the other side the Ghasts finally arriving, their bones rattling as the black mage type of them suddenly created a fog. Ciru felt pain sipping into his body when the fog suddenly surrounded him, but before his sight vanished from the Blind effect, he saw the strange armored figures also being affected.

Choosing this moment, the tarutaru quickly ran in the direction of the wall that went through the area where the fog was starting to cover. Before his way outside was blocked, Ciru wanted to make sure he could escape and ran for it while his sight was gone. He felt his body scrape against the wall before pushing off and running on. He heard the rattling and clattering of both bones and armor, some of the sounds seemed like the Ghasts and the strange new foes were fighting one another, but he also heard several running after him. From the sounds he could make up one of the armored foes and at least three of the skeletons. The tarutaru simply continued to run forward as he felt the rails when he had moved away from the wall and used the tracks to keep his position in the cave in the center, not wanting to run into things. He heard more rattling ahead and gritted his teeth annoyed. This wasn’t his day.

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[attr="class","niknik7"]639 WORDS FOR Dieter WolframRight now Ciru is running through the cave corridor before getting to another area with a split. He’s being followed by a few Ghasts (two warriors and one black mage) and a blinded Defender Heartless. Before him are two Ghasts.

[attr="class","niknik3"]Employing the legendary arts of Aht Urhgan, these formidable fighter-mages employ elegantly curved blades for close combat, while decimating their enemies from afar with fell magic mastered from their opponents.

Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 27, 2018 2:25:14 GMT -5

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[attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?

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❝

I watch as they fade one by one

What are Humes’ obsession with exploring place ridden with the undead? The Dark Knight wondered, his face scrunched up in disgust as he’d caught a whiff of the foul odor emanating from the entrance of the Gusgen Mines . What had brought an outsider like himself to Vana’diel? A day prior, they’d received a request from a newly acquired connection, this request was to rescue an adventurer whom had gone missing nearly three days prior. The poor fool is likely apart of the undead’s ranks , Dieter thought to himself pessimistically as he’d entered the Mine.

Shortly after he’d passed through the Cavern’s threshold, he was bombarded by an irritating whistling noise. His head diligently panned side to side as he’d surveyed his immediately surroundings in an attempt to locate the source. It wasn’t until he felt something wet land upon his shoulder that he’d bothered to look upwards, an angry Gallinipper chittered at him, gnashing its’ disgusting maw menacingly. His scowl intensified, enraged by the fact it had essentially slobbered on him. That creature is almost as foul as a Marbolo , The Dark Knight thought as he’d extended his hand in its’ direction

“Out of the ground, raze all greenery with flame, Fira”

He’d recited the incantation with a tone of indifference as the insect descended upon him. In the midst of its’ descent, its’ charge was met by a torrent of unrelenting amaranthine flames. Their sudden appearance gave it little time to veer away, unfortunately, this meant he was forced to listen to its’ deathly wail. He’d stepped over the charred remains; however, he took a moment to pause and plunge his blade through its’ carapace-veiled head. What else did the informant forget to brief our clan about? Dieter wondered as he’d continued to make his way deeper into the mine.

Before he’d made much progress, Dieter stumbled upon two Ghast, each of whom held a rusted iron cutlass in their hand. However, that failed to keep his interest as he’d noticed a particularly diminutive creature in the distance – rapidly sprinting in his direction. Why is he hovering so close to the wall? The realization dawned upon when he’d saw the Taru’s body slam into a stalagmite. He must be blind . The Dark Knight’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing decisively as he’d reached back to grip the hilt of his blade.

With practiced ease, Dieter unsheathed his blade and brandished it, opting to keep it canted diagonally across his body – doing so allowed him to shift seamlessly from the offensive to defensive. Without a moment of hesitation, he’d surged forward, his sudden attack catching one of the Ghast off guard. Its’ inattentiveness costing it its’ right arm when Dieter’s blade arced downwards, its’ sheer weight wrenching the bone from its’ intended socket. It chittered angrily, gnashing its’ rotted teeth at him as it’d communicated to its’ comrade. “Heads up, ye are headed towards more fiends.”

Dieter shouted at Taru as he’d retreated back in order to dodge the trajectory of a Ghast’s rusty cutlass.

Post by Ciru-Ajiru on Jan 27, 2018 4:49:36 GMT -5

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[attr="class","niknik4"]ciru-ajiru, blue mage

[attr="class","niknik2"]As Ciru-Ajiru listened, sudden combat was heard in front of him where he was running towards. This was interesting, but also alarming. If more of the black fog had appeared, he couldn't indicate where and he didn't like the chance of running into one by accident. Gritting his teeth, his feet started to slow before a voice alerted him of a potential ally. "Finally someone! Whataru is keeping everyone?" he huffed a little irritated, but heard the ones behind him as well. Placing his scimitar by his side, the blue mage started to cast as light entered his body.

"Step back, I shall haltaru them in their tracks!" he called out with a grin as the ones behind him were coming within reach. He wasn't all too certain if he would also catch the ones in front within this spell, but the speaker of the voice, a young man from the sounds of the voice, would likely be able to deal with it if they failed to be caught in the wave. Then waves of purple were released from his body and covered the area as the Defender and the Ghasts that had followed him at the very least were caught in the waves and suddenly were frozen in place, being completely stunned by Ciru-Ajiru's Temporal Shift.

Slowly, but steadily, Ciru-Ajiru noted his eyesight was returning as he looked ahead to see the Ghasts and the young ma--n... The tarutaru blinked and tilted his head, man? He lost his certainty there, looked female enough, perhaps this hyur's voice had sounded a little masculine from the cavern or combat. Or the lass just had a masculine voice, he never wanted to say some to the Salaheem's Sentinels on that part. Just thinking on it was silly.

Quickly looking back, the ones there were definitely stunned as both the Defender stood frozen as well as the Ghasts. "We shall have the pleasure of speaking after this bunch," he called out with a grin before stepping back into stance with scimitar out, "for now, letaru us deal with this rabble," he said, but also noticed the other Defenders were coming. Likely after they had gotten out of the blind, they had made short work of the Ghasts and he noticed there were at least four more of them. Light was gathering within the tarutaru again as he started to charge his next spell. He moved away the mouthmask a little as he had started a charge for Poison Breath to cover all his targets at once in.

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[attr="class","niknik7"]431 WORDS FOR Dieter WolframMost of Ciru's abilities require him to charge one post. Just so you know. xD[break]Sickle Slash: Two posts cooldown; Temporal Shift: Four posts cooldown; Poison Breath: Charged.

[attr="class","niknik3"]Employing the legendary arts of Aht Urhgan, these formidable fighter-mages employ elegantly curved blades for close combat, while decimating their enemies from afar with fell magic mastered from their opponents.

Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 28, 2018 21:10:44 GMT -5

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[attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?

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❝

I watch as they fade one by one

Wretched undying, poor sod must have been a miner that died during a cave in , Dieter surmised as he’d reluctantly retreated a step to avoid a haphazard swing from the one-armed Ghast. Dieter’s own blade arced outwards abruptly, bypassing the one-armed Ghast’s guard. The sheer force behind his blow splintered its’ neck into countless bone fragments, its’ ruby-red eyes dimmed as its’ skull clattered nosily against the cavern floor. Now that he’d eliminated a portion of the issue, Dieter felt more comfortable glancing over at Ciru-Ajiru. Now that the munchkin had come to a halt, Dieter noted his diminutive stature and furred appendages. What does it look like beneath those robes? The Dark Knight wondered, uncertain if it was perhaps a Moogle or a hardy Nu Mou, unaware that neither was correct.

His head snapped forward as he’d heard the whistle of the remaining Ghast’s blade, the tip of which glanced across his cheek, its’ steel drew forth a steady rivulet of blood. Why is he sheathing his sword? His curiosity was momentarily sated as a faint light entered the Blue Mages’ body. He’d retreated a handful of steps at Ciru-Ajiru’s behest, uncertain of his reasoning. The answer became abundantly clear as rippling waves of purple emanated from the small mage, its’ influence locked his assailants in a temporary stasis. A Time Mage, how rare! The Dark Knight thought to himself, few pursued such a path in Ivalice due to the inherent risks of their magick – not to mention the complex arrays required by their craft.

Truthfully, Dieter couldn’t recall ever having encountered a Time Mage that elected to brandish a blade, no, they’d frequently used rods and staves to channel their spells – something about how metal wasn’t nearly as receptive or increased the risk of something going awry. Dieter’s blade shot out again, this time colliding with the Ghasts’ rusted cutlass. Alas, the Ghasts’ crude weaponry couldn’t withstand the force of his blow, the rusted metal shattering into innumerable fragments. Before it could recover, Dieter’s blade was already buried deep within its chest cavity. It gave a final groan as Dieter’s blade cleaved into its’ spinal column and obliterated one of its’ many disk.

“Agreed, where are the comrades you mentioned?”

Dieter inquired, vaguely recalling that the Tarutaru had briefly mentioned something a few minutes prior. Dieter wrenched is blade free of the broken, battered skeleton, diligently moving towards Ciru-Ajiru’s side, his lips moving rapidly as he’d recited a muted incantation – prepared to launch a spell if needed to buy themselves a few precious seconds.

Post by Ciru-Ajiru on Feb 12, 2018 4:46:32 GMT -5

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[attr="class","niknik4"]ciru-ajiru, blue mage

[attr="class","niknik2"]With the gender ambigious person moved away, the stun took hold with the opponents stuck in place. While the fight continued and the question came where his comrades were, Ciru-Ajiru wasn't responding just yet as he had prepared the next ability. With his mouth-mask moved a bit away and his spell readied, before the next group came to them he spewed forth Poison Breath in a cone-shape forward. The Defenders that came their way were all in the breath as the poison took hold.

Moving his mask back in place, Ciru-Ajiru responded: "further inside, the idiots were a bitaru too stupid and rushed onward, butaru that was before these... creatures started spawning from holes in the air." Hopefully that would answer the inquiries the man had on his 'comrades'. Though, he just left them all behind quite easily. Hopping further back, his blade was once more ready in his hand as he then dashed forward and struck at one of the Defenders that stumbled forward with the breath gone. However, the creature held up its shield and blocked his attack.

Clacking with his tongue, Ciru-Ajiru held his blade ready to block any attacks while reciting another incantation. Light gathered to himself before rocks moved up around both him and Dieter, Diamondhide was cast as both he and Dieter were shielded from hits. The shields had four hit point each, allowing them to take some hits without gaining damage. "You ever seen anything like these... weird guys?" he asked a bit troubled, the four Defenders having gathered at one side. He noted the male lass to be handling him- or herself quite well. He still was just playing with the idea that he could be a she or she could be a he, not really caring much what gender we were playing with here.

[attr="class","niknik3"]Employing the legendary arts of Aht Urhgan, these formidable fighter-mages employ elegantly curved blades for close combat, while decimating their enemies from afar with fell magic mastered from their opponents.

Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 16, 2018 23:38:05 GMT -5

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[attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?

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❝

I watch as they fade one by one

Dieter’s verdant eyes narrowed as they’d drifted from the broken undead that laid motionless at his feet towards the encroaching horde about to descend upon Ciru-Ajiru. Why isn’t he attempting to retreat? The Dark Knight asked himself, the lithe muscles that lined his legs tensing as he’d prepared to burst forward and meet their charge head-on. Alas, before Dieter could push of the ground, Ciru-Ajiru’s malodorous breath surged forward, a noxious green plume momentarily obscuring the aggressors from view. Without missing a beat, the diminutive Taru-Taru Blue mage recovered his face with his mask. It was only then that Ciru-Ajiru bothered to address his inquiry regarding his previously mentioned comrades.

This time it was Dieter’s turn to click his tongue in irritation. This is why he detested novice adventurers, they’d often times let their arrogance cloud their judgement – a rookie mistake that could more often not ended disastrously. It was for that very reason, Dieter remained firm with the Orphans of Low Town, refusing to allow such complacency to sink its’ teeth into them. Something the Taru-Taru had mentioned piqued his interest, he’d mentioned that creatures had begun to emerge from mysterious holes in the air. Could it be the bloody Dark ones? They’ve spread so far… but why would they come here?

Before he could inquire further, Ciru-Ajiru had already engaged a Defender, its’ shield riposting the Blue Mage’s scimitar. The Mage quickly recited yet another incantation, which commanded the surrounding rocks to compress themselves into a malleable armor. “Yes, they are an unwelcomed plague..”

Dieter replied, the venom evident in his voice as he’d surged forward to meet the congregating Defenders. His left hand extended out in their direction, magick energy burning brightly at his fingertips as he’d recited yet another incantation. This time calling up marginally higher tier magick, praying that their close proximity would permit the flames to singe more than one – attempting to capitalize on the opportunity to minimize his mana expenditure.

Post by Ciru-Ajiru on Jul 15, 2018 10:48:56 GMT -5

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[attr="class","niknik4"]ciru-ajiru, blue mage

[attr="class","niknik2"]It seemed these weird things weren't that uncommon, though they were annoying from all the appearances thus far. The other person's words came out dripping in venom, it surprised the tarutaru a bit as he hopped back while the other surged forward. Ciru-Ajiru watched as he noted the magick from the other. That's... not like any other magic, he was certain that the other was using a type of magic he didn't know of. The Defenders before him were still a bit sluggish as they appeared to be damaged from the poison.

Instead of bothering with what type of magic the other appeared to be using, Ciru-Ajiru was focusing on his own again as he started to chant. Light bubbling within his tiny body as he started to prepare Actinic Burst. He did keep his eyes upon the enemies and on his current companion. If he needed to end his chant before the end and focus on healing instead, the tarutaru was quick to adapt and he didn't want to hit Dieter by accident.

Since his new companion was more familiar with these things and seemed to have some sort of grudge against them, Ciru-Ajiru figured it was best to allow him the front for the moment as he focused on his spellcasting. Most of it required some time to prepare after all, he did continue to ponder where this other person came from. He cared less about his former companions in that scenario, but it did bother that these beings that have appeared might cause them more trouble than he had meant to do to them.

[attr="class","niknik3"]Employing the legendary arts of Aht Urhgan, these formidable fighter-mages employ elegantly curved blades for close combat, while decimating their enemies from afar with fell magic mastered from their opponents.

Post by Dieter Wolfram on Oct 17, 2018 7:58:46 GMT -5

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[attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?

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❝

I watch as they fade one by one

The Dark Knight’s lips twitched, a smile present on his face as he’d bore witness to his conjured flames as they’d exploded outwards. His efforts were rewarded by the undying’s audible groans, their bones as they’d begun to crack and splinter from the rapid change in temperature. Those handful that he’d damaged would soon find themselves on the receiving end of his cumbersome blade, its’ sheer weight shattering the bones with ease, their broken silhouettes crumpling to the ground. A few continued to try and raise to their feet, their efforts stalled by the Dark Knight’s foot coming down savagely upon their skulls, the light fading from their hollowed eyes as their connection to this world was severed entirely. Sadly, their demise didn’t signal the end of this engagement, no, it’d seemed that in their state of simply existing, they’d forgotten what it meant to know fear – a rational person would had fled in response to watching its’ comrades being mowed down.

A trace of darkness gathered at the tips of Dieter’s fingers, dancing absent-mindedly between the outstretched phalanges. His soft murmuring to himself caused the darkness to stretch and contort, shaping itself into a full-sized arsenal of lances, each of which spiraled about behind Dieter for a moment before he’d thrust his hand out in their direction. Darkaga’s effects became apparent as the bombardment of umbra-constructs rained down upon a few of the approaching Defenders. While it didn’t do quite as much damage as the brunt force of his blade, one could hear the resounding sound of fragmenting bones as the spears connected solidly with their targets. Alas, none of the undying he’d targeted fell to the ground, but it had slowed their advances momentarily.

“Where did you see your comrades last? Also, what are the odds that they’ve survived?”

Dieter felt the need to inquiring, pressing for information regarding his original objective.